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7th Transmission / Audio

I begin to loathe this boat nearly as much as aircraft... Going to rust in all this... damp.

Need something to keep from stiffening up. Some sort of exercise... Only so many times I can drive around these decks. Unlike some, I do not enjoy poking holes in turf, or studying these yellow creatures all day.

Hmnf.

Open to... suggestion.

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... where are you going?

[Staying back on the nice dry entrance rock, because that water's going to rust something.]

Investigating.

[Water does not mean anything in the face of science.]

... In the water?

[Prods at it with a "toe"]

...

You will rust, and I am not coming in after you.

My alternate form is an all terrain vehicle, Ironhide. A small amount of water is not going to cause me to rust - I will be sure to take care of it when I am finished.

[Hands on the walls, feeling the rocky surfaces, looking for areas of interest. He wasn't really paying attention to the water's depth, as it seemed to be generally shallow.]

Yeah, you say that now. Just wait.

[Prods at the water again, before grumbling and wading in up to his ankles]

Hmm?

[He crouches lower to look at the wall, optics trained on the stone instead of his companion.]

... Never mind.

[Slogging around in the water in much the same way a cat walks through snow. Steps, lifts his foot and shakes the water off before putting it down again.]

[He straightens up at the noise, turning to see Ironhide's... interesting method of navigating the shallow water. The medic was amused to say the least, but he said nothing as he watched him move closer.]

Are you sure you do not want to wait where it is dry?

[Step... kick. Step... Kick... step... kick.]

You have the balance of a newly built human spawn. Of course I am not going to wait.

The floor is solid rock. It is much stronger than the furniture in your quarters, I'm sure.

... You could trip over your own feet. That was my point.

[Step... kick.]

You were the one who tripped, Ironhide.

[... Not that he remembers.]

... Only once. You ran into power lines.

[Step kick step... kick...]

Only once. And I might point out it was dark, in an unfamiliar area.

[He's heading in deeper, if you can keep up, 'Hide. XD]

... You fell off a bridge.

[He tries to, fidgeting and grumbling to himself as the water rises.]

Why are you going in further.

Fortunately, we are on flat ground, so that won't be an issue.

... And I told you, I wanted to investigate.

... You sure?

Hmpf. Can you swim?

Unless the entire lower decks are filled with water, where else would it lead?

... No. If it is all this depth, it will not be necessary.

How should I know? You think I came in here before now?

... If.

There is nowhere else for the water to-

[He would have finished explaining that with the structure of the ship's decks, there was nowhere for a chasm to lead to - if he hadn't just stepped over the edge of one such hole.

Fortunately, it was only ten feet and not bottomless, but it was enough that the medic vanished from sight, with a sound of shock before he dipped below the murky surface.]

Yeah, whateve--

[Brief moment of stunned silence while he looks at where there should have been neon...]

RATCHET!

[Even though that roar could probably have been heard underwater, he's stomping/slogging through the water as fast as he conceivably can. Upon reaching the edge of the hole--which he almost slides into himself--he ducks under, fishing around for some armor to grab onto.

Overreacting? Maybe.]

[The misstep had taken the medic by surprise as well, and he landed on the flat rocky bed. It wasn't too far to fall at least, though it took a moment for his sensors to adjust to the sudden change in environment.

There were warnings flashing, and he could hear Ironhide bellow somewhere up above him - He could only imagine how it had looked from the other's perspective.

His movements sluggish, he reached an arm up, hoping to find some ledge to grab hold of, or at least indicate where he was.

... Perhaps Ironhide had been right to err on the side of caution. For once.]

[His vocals didn't work so well underwater. And his systems certainly disliked being waterlogged like this. But the longer he flailed his arm around trying to find the medic... the more determined he was to haul the other's neon aft up and yell some more.

So when he grasped onto a familiar-feeling hand... he didn't waste any time, and pulled. Hopefully enough to haul them both back into shallower water.]

[His own systems were not working terribly well after being completely submerged - But, before the sense of worry could truly start to set into his processor, he felt a firm grip close around his hand.

He recognized it immediately, even before he felt himself being hauled upwards, back over the ledge of the chasm, into thankfully safer waters.]

[He stumbles a bit, pulling him up, which ends in him landing on his aft in the water, sputtering, and trying to get the excess out of his intakes.

... It's cold too. But that doesn't stop him from growling at the medic.]

What were you thinking! Do you even look where you're going? Did you offline all your scans! Or did you just decide you wanted to try a new alt--a submersible?

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